Pam’s husband told her his best friend’s widow needed help, so she opened her home to her. The other woman had lost everything and needed a fresh start.
When she found out the other woman wanted a baby, she decided that Tom should help Wendy out there, too. Now she needed to convince them. Could she get Tom to make them both pregnant? Would Wendy accept her presence and active help?
Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves the willing impregnation of a woman by a man, with the help of his wife (including lesbian sex). All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen.
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EXCERPT:
Wendy grinned. “I’ve been working beside him on and off for months. I know him better than some schmo at the bar. I’m not getting any younger. If I’m going to raise a family, I need to get the ball rolling. I can’t very well do that with Tom telling everyone that I’m his second wife.”
“He sometimes gets a little possessive when he shouldn’t. Maybe you should tell him that if he keeps scaring away the boys by calling you his second wife, you might expect he’d come through with the perks, if you know what I mean. That might set him back on his heels.”
Wendy stared at her. “That’s a little too forward for me. Too much like flirting with a married man. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Don’t worry. He wouldn’t stray. He’s a man, so he has to look, but he’d never touch, no matter how damn gorgeous you are.”
The other woman took a slow swallow of beer. “I get that a lot from the guys. It can be a pain to have men lusting at you at every turn. It’s refreshing to have a guy treat me like I’m not a sex object.”
Claire thought about the conversation. Where was she taking it? She didn’t know why she’d joked about her telling Tom to shut up or put out. Could it have something to do with her own attraction?
She’d never felt any desire for someone other than her husband since they became a couple. He satisfied her in every way. Well, perhaps every way that a man could. Was she hoping that Wendy could scratch that other itch?
Maybe.
Claire stayed quiet for a few minutes, thinking. How far was she willing to go with this fantasy? Did she hope to make I happen? Would she be willing to see her husband have sex with another woman to satisfy her curiosity?
They finished their beer and Wendy went in to shower. Claire cooked dinner, but her mind was barely on what she was doing. She was lucky she didn’t cut a finger off.
Dinner went about like it normally did, with the three of them talking about their day. She watched how her husband and Wendy got along and had to admit they looked like a couple. She’d never been one to get into the nuts and bolts of ranching, so Wendy was like his other wife. His ranching wife.
The thought brought surprisingly little jealousy with it. She ate quietly and imagined them having sex. Wendy on her hands and knees while Tom mounted her like a stallion. The mental image was surprisingly arousing.
She could see how she fit into the puzzle, too. Laying under Wendy and sampling her fruit. The two of them locked into a torrid knot. It made her lick her lips.
This had to be a first. She’d have expected a man to be the originator of this kind of thing. Most men would love to have two women in their bed. And here she was, considering how she could bring it up.